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20
HADES
When I pullup outside the Jamaican grocery store where I’m having my meeting with Jayden, I actually have to stay in the car measuring my breaths for another ten minutes.
You can’t exactly waltz into the closing of a lucrative business deal sporting a raging hard-on.
Also, blue balls are a real thing, and between my swollen balls and my rock-hard cock, the discomfort in my slacks still has me gritting my teeth a full hour after leaving Elsa’s office.
At the same time, though…fuck, that was good.
Too good.
Way too good.
She’stoo good, too much, and the way my body craves hers, like a drug I can’t find anywhere else is almost scary.
It’s a very new concept for me.
It’s been a month since that night at Club Venom.
I haven’t been with asingle other womansince.
But that creates a “which came first”, chicken/egg situation. Am I disturbingly obsessed with and utterly hooked on Elsa because I haven’t let myself drown in my usual ocean of hedonistic, meaningless sex that typically leaves me feeling empty inside? Or have I chosen to forgo my usual self-medication with strangers I don’t give a shit about, and who don’t give a shit about me as anything more than a fun story to tell later, because I’m obsessed with Elsa?
I scowl, glaring through the windshield into the middle distance as I replay what just went down in her office. It’s not even anything I planned, either. I walked in there today, at Ares’ request, toactuallytalk to her in her capacity of our family’s attorney—to have her give one last look at the contract sitting on the passenger seat next to me.
I told myself it was fine. That despite what’s been going on—andon—between us, we’re adults. And we’re capable of discussing normal, grownup things without it devolving into carnal chaos fueled by pure, unbridled lust.
Or not.
Because the second I laid eyes on her when I walked into the Crown and Black offices, that shit went right out the window. One. Fucking. Look at that tight blonde bun, and her even tighter ass in that gray skirt, and I knew I had to devour her whole.
I don’t do repeats. Ever. And yet somehow, unbelievably, I’ve been with herseven times—four times at Club Venom, twice in my car, and once in her office an hour ago.
Groaning, I glance at my watch, and then down to the bulging erection tenting my slacks.
Fuck. I have to stop thinking about any of this shit, or I’m going to miss my meeting with Jayden and I won’t close this deal.
I inhale, switching my mind to that and away from the vivid thoughts of watching Elsa’s pink, pretty pussy swallow my cock whole.
Jayden Robinson is the uncle of Lamar, the one I tore into at boxing the other night, and the head of a relatively low-key Jamaican crime syndicate in Queens. And the deal with him is one we’ve been hammering out for two months. It’s also kind of a precursor, a trial run if you like, for the Albanian acquisition. Even though we’re technically buying part of a criminal operation from Jayden, like us, he’s got things hidden behind legit fronts. And it’s those legit fronts that we’ll be purchasing through Thermopylae Acquisitions, to the tune of three million dollars.
It’s not Albanian acquisition money, nor is it redeveloping the parking garage at nine-fifty-two Lincoln Place money. But hey, three mil is still three mil. And it’s a solid deal for both parties. Jayden gets to walk away from a property he doesn’t really have the manpower to run, or even the interest in keeping anymore. And we get another waterfront storage facility to run things out of.
I glance down again.
Finally. My dick has decided to sit down and be quiet. Thank you.
Seizing my opportunity, I grab the contract, jump out of the car, and walk around to the back entrance of the store. The smell of oxtail, rundun, and curried goat makes my stomach rumble as I knock on the back door.
A huge dude with dreads and a face like a mountain opens it a crack with a icy look. But when he sees who I am, he nods, flashing a warm, welcoming grin.
“Hades, how you doin’?”
“Can’t complain, Danny.”
He smirks, opening the door wide to let me in. “Heard you tuned up Lavar pretty good the other night.”
